65 Days In L.A.

All I did was drink all day in that hell they call LA
A Southern born man wants a gun in his hand
When he sees how they run that place
Never say I'm better than anyone 'cause Lord knows that I'm not
But that California summer wasn't that hot
We went out there searching for something
Instead we all got lost
We were heading out west and the plans were going south
And we never counted no cost
By the time I hit Arizona I was on my way to see
Sixty-five days in LA is enough for me
I would drink 'til the sun came up
And I was trying to find myself
But it's hard to find yourself in a state like that

I was born a running man and anywhere I'm free
But sixty-five days in LA is enough for me

Met a few good folks out there
Many and everywhere
We were running down the same things
All about insane
Thinking we'd find them out there
Stepping over bums on the sidewalk
To get back to my front door
By the middle of August I couldn't take anymore
So I loaded up what little I had left
And I bought two packs of smokes
I was hauling back to my girl, on back to my home

I was born a running man and anywhere I'm free
But sixty-five days in LA is enough for me
Sixty-five days anywhere is too much for me
Too much for me